Chapter 3 — Bakery After the Rain

This question is very light, but it hurts more than the previous questions. I looked into the glass window. Tieu Vien was handing a box of strawberry cakes to a customer, her smile was a bit stiff, but her movements were very steady. I used to be just as strong, supporting a store, supporting one person's dream. "Because I thought we would get married." "Because he once begged me at the most difficult time." "Because at that time I believed that the promise between people should not only be based on winning or losing." Manh Tinh bowed his head, tears falling onto the toes of his shoes. She didn't cry out loud. A long time later, she asked: "Do you have evidence?" I said: "Yes." "I keep the transfer history, chat messages, books." She raised her head, a little panic in her eyes. "Are you going to post it out?" "See what he does." Manh Tinh opened his mouth, still wanting to say something, the phone rang. She looked at the screen, her expression even more unsightly than before. No need to ask, I know who it is. She answered the phone without turning on the speakerphone. But Giang Nghien's voice still leaked out. "You went to find her?" "Manh Tinh, listen to my explanation, Wen Duong intentionally said something to provoke you, she still can't let go of you." Manh Tinh looked at me, tears still lingering on his eyelashes, and suddenly laughed. That smile is more unsightly than crying. She said to the phone: "Giang Nghien, come here now." "Right in front of her shop." "The three of us, talk clearly face to face." The other end of the line was silent for two seconds. Immediately after that, his voice lowered. "Are you crazy?" Manh Tinh said word by word: "I'm not crazy." "The crazy person is you." She hung up the phone. Just as I was about to turn around and enter the store, my phone rang again. It's a text message from an unknown number. Wen Duong, it's not in your best interest to make a big deal out of it. I looked at that text, my fingertips slowly clenched.05Unsigned message. But I know who it is. Giang Nghien has always been the same. If you can't speak softly, you will change to intimidation. In the first year of graduate school, the first time he asked me for more money, he first said that there was a lot of pressure these days, and then said that his classmates all started doing projects with instructors, and because he was poorly dressed, people looked down on him. Finally he said, Wen Tang, you don't expect me to not be able to raise my head outside, do you? At that time I felt sad for him. Now that I think about it, I just feel like that sentence was like a small hook, with one gentle pull it could hook a piece of flesh from my body. Manh Tinh also saw that message. Her face turned pale. "He sent it?" I put the phone away. "Eight points." "He won't admit it." Manh Tinh gritted his teeth: "I'll call him now." I stopped her. "Don't." She was stunned. "Why?" "Because the more urgent you are, the more he has to lie." "He's good at making other people's emotions go out of control." "Now that you're crying and questioning, turning your head around, it can be said that you and I joined forces to force him." Manh Tinh's hand slowly dropped. She looked at me, her voice very quiet. "How can you be so calm?" I looked at a car passing by the roadside, its wheels rolling over a puddle, shooting up a string of white-gray bubbles. "Not calm." "I've been burned before." "Put your hand in the oven once, you'll know to wear gloves next time." She said nothing. Another customer came to the store. Tieu Vien gestured through the glass door to ask if I needed help. I pushed the door in. Manh Tinh followed. She no longer appeared like an official girlfriend, just standing in the corner, as if her bones had been stripped from her. I pack for customers, write birthday name tags, and confirm pickup times. The customer asked me if I could add a puppy on the cake. I say okay. Waiting for someone to leave, Manh Tinh stared at the application. "Are you this busy every day?" "Almost

So." "Giang Nghien said you don't have any ambition to advance." Tieu Vien was cleaning the display cabinets, when she heard this, the rag "pop" and hit the counter. "No ambition?" "Our sister Duong wakes up at four in the morning to knead the dough, and at eleven at night she checks the register." "Every type of cake in the shop she tries herself." "Do you know how many ingredients a new dish has to throw away?" "You know that in order to buy good ice cream, she regrets it all." New clothes for me?" I looked at Tieu Vien. "Tieu Vien." Her eyes were red, but still silent. Manh Tinh stood in place, his face alternating between blue and white. "He never told me." I opened the refrigerator, checked the temperature of the mousse. "Of course he won't say." "A person who relied on his girlfriend to support him to get to this day, how can he be worthy of the bigger foundation in his mouth." Manh Tinh sniffed his nose. "My father is familiar with it." teacher at his institute." "Jiang Nghien initially approached me because my father could help him introduce internships." "He said his family background was normal, but he always relied on himself." "I feel like he's progressive, thoughtful, and doesn't spend money carelessly." She smiled bitterly. "Now that I think about it, was the silk scarf he bought for me, was it ever your money?"